I recently completed a course in seasonal yoga…it has completely heightened my awareness of the different seasons and has helped me see why I do the things I do and feel the things I feel with the changes of the seasons…I shall blog about this in more detail at some point but for now…spring…
I don’t know about you but I’ve been overwhelmed with the urge to spring clean over the past couple of weeks…sorting through the junk drawer, tidying up that massive pile of paperwork that we all get growing in the corner of a table or shelf somewhere and then on Tuesday I decided it was time to get really serious and hit my wardrobe.
I emptied it all completely, throwing everything on to my bed with the logic that I would have to complete the task if I wanted to sleep that night and I started going through it, item by item. I wasn’t prepared for the emotional journey the act of sorting through my clothes would take me on. Every item had attached to it a memory of a time that I wore it…a wedding, a funeral, the story of a holiday, times with my children, heart wrenching relationship memories of happy days and nights. In the pocket of a jacket, a train ticket from the last day I was at work. So much of my life, clothes from over ten years ago….a range of sizes, some very questionable fashion choices, some hidden gems, old friends that will always have a place. It was all there. Some items that I did a Marie Kondo with and thanked them for the good times as I chucked them in the bag for the charity shop, some (most, to be fair) hung back up inside with a promise that I will definitely give them another chance this time, some eyed suspiciously and told that they might not make the cut next time if I don’t wear them again within the next six months. I FaceTimed my friend Lisa half way through as I’d found two dresses that I had never worn that were absolutely made for her. It was all a highly emotional but cathartic experience.
The next day my friend Gina had come to stay and asked to browse the bag of stuff I was through with and she picked out several items and tried them on and generally twirled about in my bedroom and these clothes took on a whole new life…my stories told, they were about to go on a new journey of memories with someone special.
Writing this blog this evening, sat on a train London bound wearing a brand new dress and now wondering what stories this one will tell me in years to come….I’ll let you know ❤️
Wardrobes eh…who’d have thought they would be such storytellers .
I wonder what this new dress will tell in years to come…